Before I was saved by the arrest of Jesus we lived in a city and longed for a place of our own in the country. One winter's night several years before becoming a born again Christian I penned a short poem entitled "Mountain Home". It begins "someday I'll have a mountain home with forests all around" Amazingly the Lord gave us that place and we've been here for some 46 years. I had no idea that I was prophesying as I wrote those simple words but God already knew I was His. By faith I was calling those things that were not as though they were. As I sit this morning and look out over the mountains and the tree tops of the river bottom below our house I am again reminded of His faithfulness. That no good thing will He withhold from them that walk uprightly. Thank you Lord for your blessings on all of us.